Methinks high forces were unloosed by God,
At your conception; and from star to star
The Unseen Helpers of the earth-race trod,
Bringing new light from regions fair and far.
So many human lives seem accident;
They do not speak of any purposed plan,
But yours--ah! yours was most divinely meant,
The Lords of Karma called to earth---a Man.
Not one to lead vast armies into war,
Not one intent on any large reform,
But one who makes each day worth living for
To those who walk with him in sun or storm.
Could this be said of all who come to birth,
How peaceful and how wonderful were earth!
Sonnets of sorrow and triumph. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George H. Doran, 1918.
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